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"Major and Mrs. Granby Langrishe request the honour of Mr. and Mrs. Blanks's company at St. John's church at two o'clock on the afternoon of the 20th inst., to be present at the marriage of their niece and Sir Gloster Sandilands."
These invitation cards, richly embossed in silver, were to be seen in almost every abode in Shirani. The wedding dress was on its way from Madame Phelps, in Calcutta. The cake and champagne were actually in the house. There were to be no bridesmaids, only two little pages -- "they were cheaper," Mrs. Langrishe said to herself; "a set of girls would be expecting jewellery and bouquets. " Happy Mrs. Langrishe, who had been overwhelmed with letters and telegrams of congratulations. She had indeed proved herself to be _the_ clever woman of the family. It was her triumph -- more than Lalla's -- and she was radiant with pride and satisfaction. Yea, her self-congratulations were fervent. She was counting the days until her atrocious little incubus went down the ghaut as Lady Sandilands. A little incubus, securely fastened on another person's shoulders -- for life!